A handful of spangles and women with bangles expecting for fun
a sparkling confusion, a pack of illusion unsatisfied
my heels are too high, feel uneasy inside grasped to my glass
so barefoot is better but I see among this glitter a fading star
Naked ground, naked ground finally under my feet
Naked ground, naked ground forever waltzin'
The air's getting dense of sideways glances and promises
and chateers and laughings but I keep on seeing that fading star
a sparkling confusion, a pack of illusion unsatisfied
Naked ground, naked ground finally under my feet
Naked ground, naked ground forever waltzin'
-- Laura Fedele